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No matter how Xin Yi tried to persuade Roxy, she was unwilling to return to Guokan. This left Xin Yi feeling quite helpless. After all, he had just done something intimate with her, and he couldn't simply brush it off as if nothing had happened. Thus, Xin Yi found himself completely at a loss this time.
Returning to his room in extreme frustration, Xin Yi realized that Roxy's stubbornness was truly remarkable. If he couldn't convince her to go back to Guokan, then he would have to keep the important roster with him. However, if something were to happen to such an important item, it would render Roxy's adventure meaningless. After thinking it over, Xin Yi still felt that he should return the roster first. Given Roxy's insistence, it seemed that if all else failed, he would have to send Topology on a trip. As for Roxy, she would have to be extra cautious while moving around with him. After all, a girl with such looks wasn't something one could find everywhere; if someone paid attention, they could quickly trace Roxy's whereabouts. At that moment, Xin Yi couldn't even understand why he was being so accommodating towards Roxy. Was it because of the passionate kiss they shared in her room earlier that made him feel guilty?
It wasn't very realistic to consult Topology about this matter right now; after all, hadn't they agreed not to disturb him before dinner? Xin Yi certainly didn't want to run into a few bare bottoms at this moment. Speaking of Topology, that guy had some impressive abilities; during intimate moments, he was often seen with multiple partners. Sometimes when he was particularly excited, there might even be four or five people involved—truly decadent!
Thus, Xin Yi could only stay in his room and study the information Garon provided about the Limin Group. Since he had already obtained the roster of the Mei Organization, he needed to formulate a detailed plan for their eradication efforts. This would likely require assistance from various parties, including the Heavenly Pride Government. Of course, such help would be mutually beneficial, but for now, this task was not feasible. The immediate concern was how to deliver a heavy blow to Taiwan's economic pillar, the Limin Group. If the Limin Group fell, Taiwan's economy would surely descend into chaos; perhaps it wouldn't even take much effort for Taiwan's economy to collapse alongside it. But how should Xin Yi approach the heavily guarded Limin Group? He had no strategy at the moment.
While Xin Yi was deep in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang. Who could it be at this time? It couldn't be Topology; that guy was probably busy enjoying himself elsewhere. Roxy likely wouldn't be there either since he had just left her room less than two hours ago and she shouldn't have anything urgent to discuss with him unless she had decided to return to Guokan—but the chances of that happening were as slim as a rooster laying an egg. Xin Yi cautiously pulled out a small knife and approached the peephole.
Through the peephole appeared a stranger's face. From his appearance, it was clear that he was a local who had lived in Taiwan for a long time. The man looked to be in his fifties, not very tall, with a thin black face covered in a thick beard. He wore very ordinary local attire and bizarrely had a blue cloth headscarf wrapped around his head. Odd—quite odd! Such looks and attire would hardly attract attention on the streets of Abayir since he resembled an elderly local man perfectly; however, appearing at the high-end Sky High Hotel in Taiwan was distinctly strange. Could it be that someone from the Mei Organization had tracked him down so quickly? But that didn't seem likely; if it were someone from Mei Organization pursuing him, they wouldn't be so polite as to stand at the door ringing the bell—they would have already blasted down the door with heavy weaponry.
Strange—unusual! Unusual meant suspicious! Xin Yi continued observing the old man through the peephole as he pressed the doorbell and suddenly leaned in close to peek through the peephole while giving an eerie smile and winking at it. This sudden action startled Xin Yi inside his room as if the person outside knew someone was spying on him through the peephole. What on earth was this person up to? How audacious!
Xin Yi tightened his grip on the knife and abruptly opened the door, expecting at least to startle the man outside. However, what met his eyes was an old man standing calmly as if he had anticipated this move from behind the door all along; he looked at Xin Yi with a half-smile that revealed a hint of mockery in his eyes. Xin Yi was surprised by this man's composure; if he were an enemy, such calmness would make him difficult to deal with. An enemy with good martial skills isn't frightening; what's frightening is an enemy with a cool head—against such rationality, even great strength loses its edge. Just like Xu Maogong dealing with Wu Zhi who possessed immense strength and practiced Mighty Vajra Palm; although Xu Maogong wasn't as skilled in martial arts as Wu Zhi, he ultimately achieved victory because of his calm mind.
Xin Yi sized up the old man before him and asked flatly, "May I ask what you want?" However, Xin Yi remained on high alert; his hand holding the knife stayed behind him so that if this man made any sudden moves, he could act immediately. Yet the old man did not respond but continued looking at Xin Yi with that ambiguous expression. Just as Xin Yi was about to speak again, he saw the old man suddenly turn around and walk down the corridor towards another room diagonally across without acknowledging him at all. Initially thinking of closing the door and dismissing this encounter as meeting a lunatic, Xin Yi noticed that the old man actually pressed the doorbell of Roxy's room—the very room where Roxy stayed!
At this moment, Xin Yi became alert—what was this strange behavior? After ringing his doorbell without saying a word, why did he go ahead and ring Roxy's doorbell? What did this mean? Just because he remained vigilant didn't mean Roxy did too; she might think it was him coming over without any defenses and open her door without hesitation—what if this person intended harm? That would leave her completely unguarded! So Xin Yi called out to him: "Hey! What are you doing?" and stepped toward him.
As Xin Yi approached and called out again, however, the old man continued pressing Roxy's doorbell without turning back to look at him. Xin Yi stepped forward and grabbed his right shoulder just as the old man suddenly turned around and ducked low in an attempt to slip past under his arm. But how could Xin Yi let him escape so easily? He swiftly extended his left leg outward to block his path; yet surprisingly enough, it seemed like the old man anticipated this move—he used Xin Yi's arm for leverage and performed a flip over his body landing behind him instead. Fearing an attack from behind, Xin Yi quickly leaped forward but found no attack coming from behind when he turned back around; instead, he saw that old man giving him another ambiguous smile while agilely darting back toward his own room.
Seeing him retreat instead of advancing puzzled Xin Yi—why was he suddenly running back into his own room? Then it struck him: that roster Roxy brought back from Mei Organization was still inside! It turned out this person's goal was indeed that roster! He couldn't tell who this person was or how they tracked them down so quickly—it seemed Abayir truly harbored hidden talents and currents beneath its surface! Not daring to delay any longer, Xin Yi hurriedly chased after him; just as he entered his room, he saw that old man already holding onto that roster while still wearing that ambiguous expression directed at him.
Xin Yi blocked the doorway and coldly said: "Who are you? What brings you here?"
The old man remained silent once more. Xin Yi continued: "It doesn't matter whether you speak or not; one thing is certain: if you can't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I guarantee you won't leave this room." At this point, Xin Yi had murderous intent brewing within him—the roster wasn't just crucial for himself but also something Roxy risked her safety for by infiltrating Mei Organization to obtain it; if it were taken away now, how could he explain it to Roxy?
Xin Yi was quite confident about dealing with the old man. A skilled practitioner could tell right away whether they were a match for their opponent, and from the two moves just now, Xin Yi had already discerned that although the old man knew some Kung Fu, he was definitely not at a level that Xin Yi couldn't handle. So even if capturing him alive proved difficult, Xin Yi was still confident he could kill him. However, killing someone in a hotel room would mean they could no longer stay there, which would increase the danger for himself and his companions. Therefore, Xin Yi preferred to capture him alive if possible.
With that thought in mind, Xin Yi closed the door behind him. The old man, however, did not seem in a hurry to escape; he made no move as Xin Yi shut the door and continued to wear that ambiguous smile on his face. After closing the door, Xin Yi took a couple of steps forward and said again, "If you don't explain your intentions, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The old man remained silent but suddenly smiled at him. Xin Yi was taken aback by this strange smile. What kind of smile was it? For a moment, he couldn't find an appropriate word to describe it. A face that was dark, thin, and full of wrinkles somehow displayed a mischievous grin like that of a child. It was unsettling, to say the least. Even more bizarre was that when he smiled, his teeth were surprisingly white and neat, and one could vaguely see his bright red tongue... Strange! It was just incredibly strange! Xin Yi felt that such a smile should not appear on such a face; he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with it, but something definitely felt off.
Even though Xin Yi was bold and skilled, he couldn't help but feel goosebumps from that smile—not out of fear but rather disgust! But who was Xin Yi? The stranger's oddness only fueled his curiosity further. Although he still didn't understand the visitor's purpose, Xin Yi decided to subdue him first. Thus, he issued one last warning: "I'm going to make my move!"
The old man remained silent again but extended his hand and beckoned with his index finger. In that instant, Xin Yi noticed another peculiar phenomenon: the old man's fingers were surprisingly fair and delicate, with a hint of rosy sheen—completely inconsistent with the dark and thin face they belonged to! Damn! What kind of trickery is this? Xin Yi quickly darted forward, his fingers hooked as he aimed directly for the old man's face. This wasn't because Xin Yi liked to fight like a shrew; rather, he sensed something unusual about that face and aimed for the old man's bushy beard.
Seeing that Xin Yi wasn't following any conventional fighting rules—who would attack someone's face like a street brawler?—the old man was caught off guard. He barely managed to dodge in time; while he evaded the grasp aimed at his beard, Xin Yi seized hold of his blue cloth headscarf instead...
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